romeo + juliet ↠ l.h

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I went through the rest of my day impatiently waiting for it to be night. I wanted to see him.

There was no denying my feelings anymore. I couldn't do it. Maybe I had a crush on him. Maybe I could like him. But the thought that my feelings could just be stemming from the forbidden part of everything worried me. I didn't even trust my own emotions.

9 pm rolled around, it had turned dark a long time ago. I was waiting for his text. Meet me outside, it would say. There's no way I could've waited til the early hours of the morning again. I needed to see him now.

My phone buzzed.

Come here.

I replied, where?

I waited for five minutes for a reply. Five entire minutes. What was his angle?

Ding.

My house.

Oh no way, Luke Hemmings. As if I'd just walk over to your house. My mom is home, for fucks sake.

I can't do that, I say.

Tell your parents Alice is picking you up. And come over.

A few seconds later, another text.

Please.

I sigh, and start thinking of how I can approach this. There's no way in hell I can go to the Hemming's house. Absolutely no way. If my parents found out, they would burn me at the stake.

Another text message from Luke: wear something nice, i want to go somewhere.

What?

Is this... a date?

No. It can't be. There's no way, and if by some miracle it was a date, what an odd way to ask.

Emma, think. I wanted to smack myself in the head. I needed to be reasonable. This was in no way a date. The closest thing to romantic we had gotten was him calling me angel.

I texted him back ok and then got to work on finding an outfit. Suddenly, I had no clothes that I wanted to wear, even though my full closet was the same size as my bathroom.

I went into panic mode. Everything I tried on looked ugly and wrong. I perused through my drawers until I found a shiny, diamond encrusted crop top. It could be perfect for any occasion. I put that on with some mom jeans and a pair of white, patent ankle booties and called it good. My natural pin straight hair would have to do. I didn't want Luke to think I cared enough to take 45 minutes to get ready.

I threw on my everyday rings, some highlighter, a little bronzer, and mascara, and called it good.

ok now do you want to tell me where we're going? I texted Luke. Twenty minutes had passed since he first texted me. Did I really get ready that fast?

'come to my house first' his text read, 'come to the back door so the camera can't see you.'

I sighed and then trudged out of my room, making sure I had my wallet and phone.

I still hadn't forgave my mom. I only talked to her when it was necessary. I had given up on the whole USC, move across the country dream, but I hadn't given up on making sure my mom knew how much I hated her. She'd never been affectionate or loving. She was barely my mother. My dad, the only person fit to be a parent in their relationship, was out of town too much to be involved in my life. He also sided with my mom on everything.